Convenient Amnesia

by Jade Foster

I’ve washed out
the smell of you,
the stale perfume
and fine silver.

Just because
I still wear
your shirt,
sleeves rolled
to my elbow
and collar worn
//I wear
your shirt
with no bra
but
it doesn’t
make you
less reluctant
to return.

And you
didn’t even
want to let
me borrow it
that night
that time
I spent the night
with no clean
drawers for
the morning

//I can’t wash
you outta
them
either